Frozen

Frozen


Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he¡¦s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!


Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.


Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic) Mentions of MPREG!!!


Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he’s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!


Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.


Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic) Mentions of MPREG!!!


Authors note: I am done with the school year!! Unfortunately, this also means that I’m going back to work full time. Still, updates should come quicker. Hopefully I’ll be able to update Desert Protectors within the next couple of weeks.

A/N 2—I actually live in Washington, and we really did have something similar to this over the winter. We had three plus feet of snow at my house—drifts up to five feet—and we really had two busses slide down a road and almost go over the guard rail and over the edge. There were power lines down all over the place—power was out for two days (on Christmas) Nobody could drive up my rode and we were camping out at work because we couldn’t leave our patients. The entire state was in a State of Emergence—So, I’m really not exaggerating.

A/N 3- You guys are AMAZING! This story has 890 alerts, 465 favs, 87 C2’s, and 50,000 hits. With only SEVEN chapters! And not a single flame… Thank you all so much!

Chapter seven:

Last Time:

They still hadn’t made love, or gone any further than kissing and affectionate touches, but mentally they were getting closer and closer with every minute spent together. The family couldn’t have been happier… Edward even got to spend his time with Carlisle. Harry was more than willing to sit outside and draw or watch TV with the others while the two caught up on their lives. Things were perfect—it was only too bad that perfection never lasts.


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The months passed quickly after that. Harry stood one day, standing in front of the large window at his mate’s house—amazed that he had been there for nearly four months.
Four months of happiness.


Four months of bliss.


Four months of perfection.


Despite all that, Harry was alone. His mates’ children were out hunting together, and Carlisle had been working hour upon hour. Harry hadn’t seen him for more than thirty or so minutes at a time in close to five days. The hospital was busy— it was December and everything was frozen. Two city buses had slid down a hill, one right after the other. Seventeen cars had slid down the same hill, most of them harmlessly—but some ending with the same fate as the busses.


People were going into ditches, some over bridges, some simply sliding into other vehicles. Power had been going on and off for a week and the snow was continuous. The school had shut down early for Christmas break and the hospital was under a state of emergency.


Because Carlisle didn’t need to sleep and everything was so frantic, he was able go from one department to another almost nonstop, helping as much as he could. He only came home when someone ordered him, or he needed to hunt.


The last time Harry had seen him was the day before. His eyes were dark and he couldn’t put off feeding any longer. Harry had gone with him, though he didn’t need to feed himself. Carlisle had looked completely frazzled and unkempt—a far cry from his normal pristine appearance. He hadn’t eaten as much as he needed, only a small cougar. Harry had tried to get him to sit and relax for a little bit, but the man refused. He said that there were too many people who needed his help and left right after—eyes still dark.


Carlisle had called him minutes before, sounding even more harassed than the day previous day. Harry knew that if he didn’t slow down and gather his mind he would be in trouble. While it’s true vampires do not need sleep or even rest, too much stress and confusion could get very bad very quickly. A vampire was always “on the brink” of falling into a feral stage. When a vampire went feral he lost all sense of himself. Feral vampires were known to be nearly impossible to stop, and could only come back to themselves when their mind had sorted itself out. Usually this lasted about a week, but it could last anywhere from an hour to years. While in this state, vampires were in a frenzy, hunting and killing—falling into their most basic vampiric instincts to survive.


The older a vampire was the more control they had over their minds. Harry knew it was extremely unlikely for his mate to fall victim to his emotions, but it was always a possibility. This is what led Harry to his next actions…


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“Master?” a strong, but quiet, voice called out into the large, vast room. All was quiet for a moment and then the man heard a door open from the shadows on the far side of the room.


“Yes Aiden?” A powerful sounding man asked, appearing from the same shadows.


“We’ve received word of Harry. He’s in America—Washington to be more specific.”


The man that appeared was beautifully masculine. He had long, nearly black hair pulled into ponytail at the back of his head. He stood tall, over six feet, with lithe muscles obvious on his frame. His features were strong and regal, with high cheekbones, flawless pale skin and full red lips. He was dressed in subtly expensive attire—a red silk shirt, worn partially open, clingy leather pants and high black dragon hide boots.


He strode across the room, moving with all the grace of a predator, over to where the younger man stood, stance respectful. “And what in the world is that boy doing in Washington?”
“He seems to have… relocated... his mate.”


A dark eyebrow arched in surprise. “His mate? Really... This does warrant interruption.” He stood, thoughtful, for a full minute. “Ready the others. We are going to take a trip… It’s been too long since I’ve seen my old apprentice.”


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Harry arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later. Carlisle had told him that he was working in the clinic for the next few hours and then going back to the emergency room. He made his way through the maze, following the signs to the correct parking lot. He slowly walked in the doors marked “CLINIC” and up to the receptionist. The room was relatively full, but Harry was willing to wait. It took a while to fill out the paperwork and quite a few people had left. He asked specifically for Dr. Cullen as he handed the clip board back to the lady behind the desk and went to wait.


He sat in the crowded room for over an hour before he was taken back and into a patient room. The nurse who escorted him took his weight on the way, and looked almost as frazzled as Carlisle. She asked him all of the normal questions, “Have you been experiencing any feelings of depression,” “Are you sexually active,” “Are you currently taking any medication,” “Do you have any known allegories” and so on.


Carlisle came into the room twenty minutes later. His head was bent and it was obvious to Harry that he was distracted—as he hadn’t even noticed who his patient was. He waited patiently (no pun intended), not moving from his position upon the hard table. Carlisle finally looked up, starting in surprise and confusion at him. “Harry… what are you doing here?” he asked slowly.


Harry gestured him over, grabbing his hands as soon as he was in reach and pulling him to stand between his spread legs. Carlisle came willingly, enfolding the smaller body in his own arms and holding him close. Harry didn’t reply verbally, but rather buried his face in Carlisle’s strong neck and ran his hands up and down the tense back.


They held onto each other for an indefinite amount of time before Harry pushed the larger man back slightly to look him over. Carlisle’s beautiful blonde hair was mussed; his normally pristine clothing was ruffed and his eyes were black, with dark bruises visible underneath. “You need to feed.” He said softly, speaking for the first time since his mate entered.


Carlisle shook his head. “I don’t have time, there’s too much to do. I shouldn’t even be wasting time with you right now. We just had another pile up on I-5 and have had people coming in almost constantly all day.”


Harry was silent for a long minute before he spoke. “I’d like to think that I’m not a waste of time.” He spoke coolly, holding up a hand to forestall his mate’s apology. “And I’m only here to make sure your okay… which it’s clear you’re not. Even you need some down time, superman. And everyone has to eat to keep up their strength—vampires included.”


“I’m….” Carlisle started to speak before he was cut off again.


“No, you’re not ‘fine.’ You are going to break soon if you don’t slow down and take care of yourself. You need to feed—yesterday.”


“I’ll…”


“No, you’ll feed now! I’m serious Carlisle; I’m not going to let you brush this off.”


“Would you let me speak?!” he finally managed, exasperation clear in his voice. Harry gestured him harshly to go ahead. “I am fine, and it’s not like I can just leave here to go hunt. I’ll be perfectly okay until my next break, and then I promise you I’ll go and eat properly.”


Harry narrowed his glowing eyes at the man, knowing full and well that he wouldn’t allow himself a break until he was desperate. He raised his cold hands up, using his thumbs to brush softly across the dark bruises under darker eyes. His face turned thoughtful as he continued to touch the beautiful vampire standing before him, running his hands over high cheekbones and down across the soft lips.


He seemed to make a decision because his face became determined, and his hands moved up and back, entangling themselves in Carlisle’s hair. He drew Carlisle’s face to his own neck, silently encouraging the man to take what he needed.


Carlisle resisted, trying to pull his face back. He finally gave up fighting, but still refused to bite down. He shook his head silently, and nuzzled his nose into the crease where his jaw met his neck. “I’m fine. I don’t need to feed badly enough to hurt you, Harry—and I’m kind of insulted you would think so little of me.”


“You’re not hurting me! I’m not human anymore Carlisle! You can stop treating me like I’m going to break, like I’m still the pathetically weak child you met all those years ago!”


“The bite does hurt, and you know it.” He addressed, choosing to ignore the rest for now.


“But only for a minute! I want this… please… let me take care of you.”


“It’s not your job to take care of me.” He said in annoyance, but remained where he was. “Are you sure you want this?” He finally asked after nearly a minute of silence. “It will make you hungry, too.”


Harry shook his head. “I fed this morning, and I can go again if I need to. And of course I’m sure I want this. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you to.”


Carlisle sighed quietly. He pulled back slightly, moving his lips softly along the pale flesh spread out so temptingly before him. He gently kissed along the underside of Harry’s jaw, while the man in question tilted his head back in offering. He finally selected the right spot and pressed a long, loving kiss against the nearly translucent skin. He opened his mouth and applied just enough pressure to break the skin, then withdrew his teeth and sucked.


Harry gasped at the initial pain, but waited patiently for it to fade—which it did quickly once Carlisle began suckling—rather erotically, in his opinion. The only time Harry had previously been bit was when he was turned, and it obviously wasn’t a pleasant experience. He had, however, heard of the bite shared between mates. It was said to be extremely pleasurable—and done often during intercourse. He hadn’t known how much pleasure could possibly be gained from being bit, but he now knew.


The younger of the two tilted his head back even farther, exposing as much of his neck as he could to his hungry love, urging Carlisle to take more—to suck harder. Carlisle refused, and continued to draw the blood out gently and at a steady pace. The longer his mouth was on Harry, the more desperate Harry became. He finally gave in and took a quick, harsh pull of the delicious cocktail. Harry gasped in shocked gratification, and chocked out a pleasure filled moan as his eyes fell closed and his body became nearly limp with pleasure.


Carlisle brought his strong arms up to catch his small mate, holding his body to him as he continued to consume mouthful after mouthful. When he was finally finished he lapped at the puncture wounds until they stopped bleeding and let Harry rest his full weight against him.


It took a little bit until Harry was able to fully control his body. He pulled back with a small groan at the pleasant ache in his neck and brought his hand up to prod at the wound. He tilted his head up and pressed a needy kiss against Carlisle's lips, tasting his own essence upon the man. He pulled back a second later, laughing breathlessly. “Why didn’t you want to do that again?” he asked teasingly, as he scooted back on the narrow ‘bed.’ He pulled his mate up on top of him by the collar of his shirt and wrapped his arms around the man, holding him close as they both relaxed.


His mate responded by pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the dark bruise like mark on his neck. They remained in that position, with Carlisle resting his face in the crook of Harry’s neck and holding the small man possessively, for almost ten more minutes.


The peace was ended as the older of the two pulled back suddenly. He looked down at his mate, obviously confused. “How did you stop the nurse from taking your vital signs??” and was treated to Harry’s rich laughter.

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